Writers Block

I often try with all my might
to understand
the way they flow

but the things I read
and the things I hear
never help
the things I say

I seek to explain –
to show you
what occurs
within

but it won't come out
the paint's dried up
the puzzle unsolvable
the unbreakable – broken

I search
and try to mend
but the broken seems
unfixable

words stop working
forming incoherent phrases
I'm at a loss
and I can't even explain
it

Lost Within

a stiffness runs through me
no cause – no reason
no anger or frustration
just numbness
spreading
sinking
seeping through

a constant
irritation
a need to be
on edge
for no reason

answers escape me
as I try to make them up
to explain
why I am the way
that I am

failure persists through me
as you will never understand
and neither will I

C.D.O.

the thoughts are
never-ending
disturbing and controlling
as sleep continues to evade me

impossible to explain
or describe
as no one would
ever understand

but still I try
with no success
to show society
'til my last breath

I am human
to their disbelief
I hear and listen
I feel and break

because no matter
what is said
they will never
comprehend

to them
I will
always be
crazy

Quite Clear

your words might not
come out quite clear
but the meaning
is always there

with your heart
you learn to speak
through the arts
you can

the music
the notes
they blend together

reactions form
emotions create
feelings brought to others
without the use of words

and there is never
any doubt
about what you mean
to say

Falling Strong

The words that
fall
exist all around
but never know how
to stand tall
to withhold
the pain
to stop 
the rain
to tell me
it’s gonna be alright
for to fall
would mean
to let go
to break through
and to not be caught
by you

i fell for you

Try Me

the world begins to crumble
as words attempt to form
always jumping
always skipping
to the place they don't belong

the phrases come out short
always incomplete
endlessly searching
for the right term
to make it sound elite

it never seems quite right
perfection merely just a phase
it should be like
flying with a kite
if it didn't put me in a daze

it all begins to fade
since I couldn't seem to say
the phrase that needed
to be said
and instead decided to make it read

A Raw Attempt

the rhythms pound against my head
pulsing through my body

all I knew was what I read
and nothing else was ready

the pitter patter against the glass
making me feel free

enveloping the vastly mass
as you got down on one knee

the questions popped
the silence sizzled

and I was left in a daze
my mind turned cloudy

ruffled with fog
as I stumbled through the maze

words were thrown
across the room
and the silence continued buzzing

frozen from my shoulders down
my lids were weights and quickly fell

the pitter patter resumed
down my opalescent flesh
until I managed to muster a mutter

but by the time
the last drip dribbled
I was all alone.